<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick's heart raced as he spotted a figure approaching. It was Sir Roland, the local knight, known for his bravery and valor in battle. Sir Roland was tall, with broad shoulders, and his armor gleamed in the fading light. He strode with a purposeful gait, his boots crunching on the gravel path leading to the stables. Frederick dismounted from Thunder, rushing to greet him with a bow. Sir Roland nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes appraising Frederick's form. "You must be Frederick," he said gruffly, his voice strong and clear. "I've been told you are here to replace my last squire. What made you want to come to the castle and serve as a squire?" </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> As Frederick neared the stables, he saw Sir Roland, a local knight, in the distance. Sir Roland was renowned for his skills in jousting, having won several tournaments in the realm. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to pierce through Frederick's soul. Rolling up his sleeves, Sir Roland continued his work, unhurried and meticulous. Frederick walked up to him and extended his hand. Sir Roland looked at it for a moment before gripping it firmly. "Your reputation precedes you, Frederick," Sir Roland said. "I heard you were an eager learner and keen to begin your training. Let us see if it matches the stories." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Frederick was surprised to see Sir Roland emerging from one of the stalls. The knight was busily grooming a horse, humming a tune under his breath. Sir Roland was an unassuming man, with a gentle demeanor. He looked up, noticing Frederick's arrival. The two men exchanged a nod of acknowledgment. "I hope you're comfortable around horses," Sir Roland said. "There's much to be done in the stables. The life of a squire is not just about combat and tournaments. It's about dedication and hard work. Are you prepared for that, Frederick?" </nc-section>